Ben’s classroom was two down from mine. He and I were part of the first wave of teachers who received computers at our teaching job back in the early 90’s — so naturally we gravitated to each other’s rooms, comparing notes on how to do this or that on the computer. Gradually, I got  to know this gentle older man with the lopsided grin and eyes that seemed to smile a lot. He had the heart of a traveler just like me. We’d both been turned away from joining the Peace Corps- me because of my vision and he because of past melanoma. We also shared a fondness for language, namely Spanish and Japanese. I had lived in these cultures and was the storyteller; he listened and in turn, I read the poetry he translated into these languages. Rich moments to savor at the end of a busy teaching week.

In 1996, I left that job and eventually moved to the UAE. I learned Ben retired about six months after I left. Once when I returned to visit San Antonio, Texas were we’d worked, I decided to look up his number in the phone book. There was his name in tiny print! Though no one answered that day, I had gotten something precious for myself – his family’s address! I kept in touch from time to time after that, and I heard from him, too — just a few simple cards with a paragraph or two written in Spanish encouraging me in my travel writing. These cards always brought a smile to my face.

I hadn’t heard from Ben in some time when an email finally came saying he’d been in and out of the hospital six times in the past year and a half . His melanoma had returned. I felt my breath catch in my throat, and I tried to encourage him by sharing with him how God alone could heal him and give him peace in such discouraging moments. I felt an urgency to pray for him and give him hope; God is the author of hope. I sent him songs that brought me peace when I’d been in the hospital and my friends and I prayed for him and his wife. I was so touched when once I sent him a simple song, and he made the effort to translate it into Spanish. He told me he simply didn’t have the energy anymore to do that so I knew it had cost him a great effort. I didn’t know if he was a believer or not, but we continued to pray for him, and God’s hand in his life.

When I returned to San Antonio, I called his home and Maudi, his wife, answered. She sounded flustered as she told me Hospice had arrived that day and it was almost more than she could bear. I could feel the tears form as I realized the enormity of what she must be feeling. Yet she put Ben on the phone, and his voice, a whisper, came through to my end. I told him we were praying for him and his family and that God loved him.

A short time later as I searched for teaching materials to take back with me to UAE, I found a poster with the 23rd Psalms inscribed on it with a vivid picture of sheep and green, green pasture, a child’s poster. I thought how strange it was that I should encounter such a poster at that moment and I thought of Ben immediately. But I didn’t know if it would scare him to receive it because he was so close to death, so I took it back with me to the UAE. Once there, I felt an immediate urgency to send it back to Ben in San Antonio.

But mailing tubes are not commonly found in UAE. Nevertheless, I called my friend and off we went that night. We asked around and of course, couldn’t find any. Just as I was beginning to feel discouraged, my friend saw something out of the corner of her eye. It was a mailing tube! She saw it tossed haphazardly under the desk of the cash register in a bookstore, and she quickly asked if we could have it.  Once the clerk understood what we wanted, she handed it over to us and our hearts rejoiced! I went on to search for brown paper to cover the handwriting scrawled across the tube but could find nothing. Then an idea struck me, and I went to the local corner store and bought some cheerful yellow contact paper that children cover their books in. There! Satisfied that would brighten up their day, I posted a short note of explanation and said a prayer that the poster would encourage, not frighten them. Relieved to have it sorted out, I mailed it the very next afternoon.

A few weeks later, it came to my mind to call Ben and his wife to see how he was. I don’t usually make international calls except to my mother but I’d been feeling so concerned about them I found myself dialing his number to speak in person.

Maudi answered the phone, and she told me an incredible story: a week earlier they’d been playing the Jesus music I sent them and it had been a quiet morning. She seemed to know that the end was near for him and she said she didn’t know how he would face it. Would he fear it? Maudi bent her head and prayed desperately for her husband; she needed to know at that moment that he was a child of God. She begged God for some kind of confirmation.

While she was praying,  the mailwoman who had already come to their house that morning, rang their doorbell. “Mrs. Jones,” she said, “This came for you today and I forgot to leave it” she said, handing over the cheerful yellow poster tube.

Maudi reached out and received the gift. She closed the door and went over to her husband, “Ben. Amy has sent something to you. Let’s see what it is.” She couldn’t believe it when she opened up the parcel and found the poster. They read the explanation inside and then they read the 23 Psalm out loud together. As she saw Ben smile, she realized these words had brought about a peace in him. She softly said to her husband, “I’m going to put this poster over here where you can see it.” The vibrant picture of the sheep and the green, green pasture was clearly visible to Ben from his bed.

Just moments later, Ben slipped away from his pain and the draining struggles he’d been living through those long months of his Cancer – and into the arms of a loving and welcoming Jesus. Maudi wept with emotion as she realized how that poster had reached out to them both and given her confirmation that her dear Ben was indeed a child of God.

As Maudi shared her story with me, I discovered an unforgettable lesson about God’s detailed and very intimate plans for our lives. I saw then how He’d been building up to this incredible moment from the time Ben and I had both gotten the computers way back in 1991 and our friendship had begun. God’s timing is infinitely precious, so much ahead of our own as He weaves together the events of our lives to be ready for that single moment of glory to reveal to us. That cherished answer to a prayer through God’s own special delivery. The unsurpassed peace He promises us. A knock on the other side of the door. A bright yellow poster tube. And an obedient heart.

God does hear our heartfelt cries. It is then He reveals His deepest, most caressing love as He displays His handiwork — in those significant moments of our lives. It seems to me He links our lives together in that lush pasture with still waters running alongside it, and our souls – like lambs filled with want — are thus restored each in His own perfect fashion. Ben sought peace; Maudi longed for final confirmation, and I had pleaded with God to be used. It all came together with His own Special Delivery Parcel.

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  • November 6, 2010 at 4:18 pm
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    Hi,
    While reading this I found that I had tears brimming. The 23rd Psalm is & has always been my favorite. About 23 years ago I though I was going to die from a disease I had no control over. My life was a shambles & I was all alone. Ye though I walk through the valley of death….The paradox for me….I needed to die in order to live. Profound. Not so much. Love, laughter & life was given back to me in such a wonderful way. Today, when I look back, and see how much I’ve grown & experienced. How much I lost, but how much I’ve gained. I am ever so greatful that my Loving Creator, My Great Spirit, My Lord has been there for me even when I couldn’t feel him or see him. Thank you, again, my wonderful friend for giving me another loving reminder why I’m so happy to be alive….Thank you Lord for what You have given me; for what You have taken away & for what You have left me…..

  • November 6, 2010 at 8:00 pm
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    Kate, Glad there has been both physical and spiritual healing in your life and that God has answered your needs so abundantly. What a testimony you have today!

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